Pigeon Impossible

The day started with a lovely walk along the smooth paths of Washington D.C. The rush hour is high and the roads are full. But I have an important mission to complete. “Aha!” I spot the man with the cloud-coloured suitcase in his hands. I walk casually past him, and gently lay my hands on that desirable box of agent-stuff. I place it on the lime coloured old bench. Oh yes! Now the precious suitcase that I’ve been wanting for months, was all mine.

This reminded me of my days in London, where every gentleman were owning a black suitcase. But now I am a highly trusted, top notch junior agent in the CIA.

The sweet silky bagel I pinched earlier today, melts in my mouth as I explore the posh suitcase itself. Randomly, a Pigeon out of nowhere rests on the bench along with me. Its eyes persuade me to give him a petite piece, so I break some off and throw it away so it won’t bother me even further. But apparently the Pigeon wasn’t wanting the bagel. It stands there on its little carrot coloured legs and waits for me to do something.

Next few seconds it was strangling my face, then suddenly stops. ‘Is this some kind of joke?’ I think. I flick off the feathers and see the lousy Pigeon shut in MY FASHIONABLE suitcase.

I was incredibly confused. The suitcase was jumping around. Somehow. I chase after it but a gun rises and aims on me. Flaming bullets sliced the air and unstoppably uncontrollable. Looks like the Pigeon knows the buttons now. Its hovering and catapulting larger, and deadly bombs who struck along Dalton street. Cars were on fire and countless police cars were blocking the street. ‘Oh that damn little Pigeon.’ I insult.

An idea struck my head like a lightning strike. I grab the bagel and lift it up in the sky. The case turns to me and lands softly on the ground. I step forward a little and try to get the suitcase. The Pigeon won’t trust me and makes it harder as well. But I know I'll eventually get it. I through the bagel high in the air so the Pigeon looks up at it leaving the case wide open. I whack the bird out of the way and then, the bagel lands on the last thing I’d want it to. The big red button.

That very minute I heard so much. Sirens, screaming, drifting car wheels, more screaming, and lastly, a huge rocket launching. I check where the rocket was going in the mini computer set up in the suitcase. Click.  “Russia?! No!” I yelled. “I have to stop it.” So I fly up with the case and suddenly the Pigeon was right there. On my suit case. Somehow. I rise the gun. The bird freaks out. I shoot- wait, no I don’t, there were no more bullets left. I open the suitcase and that fateful bagel was sent falling down to Earth. The bird dives down following it. Looks like the bird wanted it… but I was free! I change to machine gun and click a button. The bomb flew towards the rocket. Then erupted...

I safely landed on the ground, where the day started. I spot the Pigeon gobbling on the bagel and the suitcase transformed back to its original form. I placed my dark sunglasses on my bulky nose. Then part of the rocket squashed the bird. I guess he deserved it. So I walk away like if nothing happened all day.

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